From time to time, we round up the all-important, all-summarizing last sentences of the biggest new-music reviews. This time around, we look at the writeups for Mötley Crüe's ninth album, Saints Of Los Angeles, which hits stores today.
• "As nasty and filthy as ever, but despite the band's latter-day sense of mortality, not as irresistible or as contagious. " [Dallas Morning News]
• "The riffs aren't quite as lasting as the memories. They easily could soundtrack a kegger, but most stick like temporary tattoos. Guitarist Mick Mars still won't win any shredding contests, and overrated drummer Tommy Lee probably should just marry Meg White. Still, the title track rekindles Shout at the Devil-era evil, and the album's boozy memories of girls, girls, girls do sound genuine—if not downright wistful. Cheer up, fellas, there's always the chance of starring in VH1's Rock of Love 3. " [Washington Post]
• "From front to back, Saints of Los Angeles is the sound of a band unabashedly wallowing in its old hair-sprayed heyday, no longer sweating concerns about keeping up. It's as if the group has realized that modern rock—with its fragmented appeal and diminished cultural cachet—is no longer the threat it might have once appeared. And in its own little defiant way, it's a move that makes old Mötley Crüe seem more relevant than ever." [Detroit Free Press]
• "There is some of the old energy here, thanks in part to the presence of drummer Tommy Lee, who drives 'Down at the Whisky' and 'Chicks=Trouble' like somebody with a head full of stimulants. Yet the album lacks the tune-craft that once made vintage Crüe such hits as 'Dr. Feelgood' and 'Kickstart My Heart' so appealing." [LA Times]









Comments
It's a garbage album. Actual dirty diaper/rotten banana garbage, not Shirley Manson/Butch Vig Garbage.
"Shout At the Devil" -- now with old man smell!
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overrated drummer Tommy Lee probably should just marry Meg White.
Wow, what a bad opinion. I can understand that people wouldn't like his drumming, but it's far from simplistic.
Say what you will, chicks do equal trouble.
@brasstax: You're crazy. Mick's riffs are kickass, Tommy Lee's drumming is awsome, the lyrics are cheesy but they always have been with the Crue, Vince sounds like Vince and Nikki is tearing up. Classic Crue. Fuck your indie rock hipster bands, and your shitty R&B bullshit, this is a really good rock record.
@Chris N.: You're telling me!
@wakeupbomb: I like the Crue a lot. I have all of their albums (except Girls, Girls, Girls). Even I can admit that classic Crue means 2-3 great songs per album surrounded by the worst of filler. As for Saints of Los Angeles (the song), it doesn't bode well for the album. I'm all for reusing structures from hits, but did they have to re-record Dr. Feelgood (the song) so brazenly?
@wakeupbomb: Oh please, you'll seldom find a bigger apologist for metal than me. But this album stinks! If you want to hear an old band make a new album as good as the old albums they used to make, give the new Dokken record a listen.
The Dokken album is trash. Or maybe that's your point idk.
The new Crue album is OK. Like somebody said, it's a couple of really great songs surrounded by filler, kind of like the first Dr. Feelgood.
@Lax Danja House:
On top of that, it's such a weird analogy. Regardless of whether you think either is a good or bad drummer, are we going to start playing the Dating Game with musicians who play the same instrument? If so, can I be a fly on the wall for the Lita Ford/Sufjan Stevens blind date?
@brasstax: Are you completely insane? Dokken was never a good band and have never even made a mediocre song. Good god.
Wow, how did you manage to scrape up the FEW bad reviews of the album? Nearly ALL of them I've read have been extremely positive. This is the only review you need to read:
It has been eight years since Mötley Crüe released a studio album, 2000's New Tattoo. Since that poorly-received album, the band reunited with all the original members present, had a successful worldwide tour, lost drummer Tommy Lee, regained Tommy Lee, and recorded a new album. Saints Of Los Angeles is a concept album loosely based on the band's 2001 autobiography "The Dirt," which showed the rise, the fall, and the rebirth of one of the most popular hard rock bands of the 1980's. Saints Of Los Angeles is how a modern hard rock album should sound: loud, wild, full of attitude and catchy choruses. In a musical landscape where most bands are focused on putting all the best tracks up front in the album or only having three or four memorable tracks, Mötley Crüe takes an old school approach and focuses on a whole album full of memorable tracks, a feat that the band almost accomplishes.
What we have in front of us is 12 (not counting the pointless opener "L.A.M.F") hard rock tracks that would not sound out of place on any Mötley Crüe album from the 80's. If anything, Saints Of Los Angeles sounds like the album that should have followed Dr. Feelgood, a spiritual successor if you want to call it that. The band doesn't follow the rules of conventional rock albums, keeping a frantic pace throughout the album and mixing a unique blend of glam metal, classic rock, and modern rock with a minimum of ballads. The only song that would count as a ballad is "The Animal In Me," a revealing look at bassist Nikki Sixx's addiction to heroin, one that almost took his life. It's a strong balladand one of the heaviest ballads the band has ever done.
"Face Down In The Dirt" is a great way to start the album. Vince Neil sounds at the top of his game, Mick Mars shreds on the guitar, and the rhythm section keeps up, with Lee bringing back some double bass to please long-time fans. Like most of the other tracks on the album, "Face Down In The Dirt" is catchy as hell, with a memorable chorus to back it up. "What's It Gonna Take" brings back the glam metal sound the band was famous for on Girls, Girls, Girls, with a touch of a modern twist to it. The title track is the "Dr. Feelgood" of the album; a track that the band will probably play live for the rest of their career. It has everything that a live crowd loves: rocking solo, gang vocals, and a head-banging melody.
Saints Of Los Angeles gives Mötley Crüe a chance to breathe new life into their sound without making it sound like the band is trying to relive the "glory days." Some of the songs on the album are the fastest material I have heard from the band in almost two decades. "Welcome To The Machine" and closing track "Comin' Out Swingin'" are as close to speed metal as the band has gotten since Too Fast For Love, with Mars getting the chance to let loose on the guitar and pull some tricks out of his bag. The latter track ends with a 45 second solo that goes all over the place and is one of the most explosive endings I've heard on a modern rock album this year.
Mötley Crüe has always been famous for the attitude they display through their lyrics and image and Saints Of Los Angeles isn't any different. "This Ain't A Love Song" has the oh-so-lovely chorus of "this ain't a love song, this is a fuck song" and "Down At The Whiskey" has the band talking about their early days and how "LA girls they paid the rent, while we got drunk on sunset strip."
Vince Neil has been struggling with his voice for years, especially during live shows, but he puts in a fantastic performance on Saints Of Los Angeles. He hits the high notes and sneers his way through the album's 44 minutes like it was 1988 all over again. Mick Mars shows why he is an underrated guitarist, with solos flying out of everywhere and riffs pounding your skull from the beginning to the end of the album. The rhythm section of Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee is on par with their early work, with Lee putting his best performance on the drums since their self-titled album almost a decade and a half ago.
You won't get any cheesy love songs, acoustic guitar, or five songs about that "lost love" on Saints Of Los Angeles. Mötley Crüe does what they do best; craft an album full of hard rock tracks flowing with attitude and balls. Some of the songs are the best tracks of the band's career (title track, "Comin' Out Swingin', "Face Down In The Dirt,") and a sign that the band still has some life left in them. While the future is still uncertain for the band, it's a telling sign that even amongst a sea of young, hungry bands spooling out the same sound over and over again, it is Mötley Crüe that has risen up and stood the test of time with Saints Of Los Angeles, their best album since Dr. Feelgood.
Now THAT is the last word.
brasstax is clearly gay, as he thinks this is a bad album...
Most of the reviews give it 4, 4.5 or 5 out of 5.
Most of the reviews not written by someone named "cruekid" properly note that S.O.L.A. is a dire piece of shit that will be as quickly forgotten as everything else the band has done since Dr. Feelgood fell off the charts. The last sentence of my own review: "Where a good pop-metal record (like, well, Dr Feelgood) makes you want to raise your fist and yell, this one just makes you want to hold your head and groan."
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